Gemotions

The silence of the apartment felt oppressive. Eleanor, normally a fountain of energy, found herself listlessly pushing food around her plate. She and her roommate, Grace, had clashed over a pet bird; Grace had said the mess and noise were too much. Eleanor’s usual spark was dimmed.

She felt a hollowness, a deep ache inside her. The apartment echoed with a silence that felt heavy and suffocating. She imagined the bright chirping, the flurry of wings, the vibrant colours of a macaw. It had felt like there was a shadow over the usually bright space.

Eleanor cleared her plate with a sigh, every movement slow and deliberate, all joy gone. The thought of facing the rest of the day was a burden.